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Yesterday Yahoo Travel published an article on “top 10 night markets in the world”. It was clearly written by somebody who has never been to a night market, but that’s not really what bugs me about it. What does bug me is:

1. Yahoo did not get my permission to use my photo.

2. Tekka Centre is not a night market.

3. That is not a picture of Tekka. That’s a picture taken a block away, off Serangoon during Deepavali/Diwali.

Also, Tekka Centre smells like it looks, and it doesn’t look like fragrant jasmine.

Last night I attended The Murray Affair which was an art show at San Francisco Public Works centered around Bill Murray himself. It was far from medium talent.

There were hundreds of paintings and other assorted Murray themed artwork. There were multiple bars, a “Meatballs” food cart, a dance floor and hundreds of Murray-heads. It was pretty awesome.

Numerous people came in costumes or Murray t-shirts and everybody was super nice. If I learned anything from last night it’s that Bill Murray fans are just a bit better class of people than the average.

Yesterday I went to Pride 2014 in SF. It was pretty rad. Now, it’s no secret that I love gay pride parades. If I was a man of means I would probably travel the world during the summer, hopping from gay pride parade to gay pride parade. That may seem an odd life goal for a straight man but I don’t exactly claim a seat at the corner dining booth of non-odd society. I’m just a guy who loves taking pictures of smiling people in festive outfits. If you know a place better than a pride parade to find… Read the rest

As I stated in my last post, I should at least be able to post on Sundays. But, the best laid plans of mice and Jeffs often go awry. The fact is, I drag my cracker ass out of bed at 4:30am six days a week and am not much in the writing mood when I get home at 5. But, glorious Sundays are my me-time. My writing time. My sleep in until 9am time. And this Sunday was going exactly as planned, until it wasn’t. Slept in, caught a bubble bath, about to start on my whites. Then… Read the rest